The boss of the Dragon Gang glared.

The knives in the hands of the other younger brothers fell to the ground with a clatter.

The whole alley was silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Quan Jin and Si Yu, and then turned their heads to look at the Gu Wu disciple mechanically, and the sentence that came out of his head was always in his head: subordinates participate in the Venerable Lord......

Lord ......

She is the Guwu Venerable ?!!

"Bang-"

The boss of the Dragon Gang fell to the ground with weak legs.

"Bang bang bang-"

All the younger brothers turned pale with fright.

Who the told them! How could the drunken woman they kidnapped be the lord of the ancient martial arts family of country Z? She is the lord, so what about the power? Who is Quan Jin?

Soon.

An answer blurted out from the mouth of the Gu Wu disciple.

I saw that the disciple got up and walked in front of Quan Jin! He bowed ninety degrees more politely than to the lord, and bowed in awe with a sonorous force and full of awe:

"The ancient martial disciples are here, welcome to return."

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Kyushu...... My King!

At this time, even the sound of needles falling could be heard at the entire alleyway, and the audience was silent.

The dragon gang boss was half frightened, stared at the front in a daze, and whispered indistinctly: "Guwu Venerable Lord, my king of Kyushu, the right is my king of Kyushu......"

"She is my king......"

"How so, how can this be?"

"Isn't that killer organization just an ornament for her....... Heh, hehe......"

The boss of an underground force actually cried with fear as he spoke. He didn't dare to beg for mercy, but committed suicide directly while everyone was not paying attention.

Just a name.

was so frightened that the boss of the Dragon Gang picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed it into his chest.

Before he died, he didn't forget to look in the direction of Quan Jin, and pleaded with fear: "Please...... Please spare all the members of the Dragon Gang, I am willing to atone for my sins with death! ”

That's the power of that.

Thousands of people to see!

Those who heard it were terrified.

-

Soon it was nine o'clock in the evening.

The candidates of the Killer Organization have long gathered together in fear to wait, and those who can be selected must be of extraordinary strength, including children under the age of sixteen.

There are also thirty-four-year-old men.

Some are full of confidence and voluntarily join the killer organization, while others are forced to be helpless and have no strength to resist and can only accept their fate.

"I heard Lord Black Wolf say that there are eleven players from Huaguo."

"Why didn't the other two arrive?"

"You know, the most intolerable thing for the people of the killer organization is to be late, and if the two of them are late, some of them will look good." Alternate killers all stared at the intersection and whispered.

The black wolf in their mouths is the black shadow man who invited Quan Jin to the killer organization.

One into the alternate killer candidate.

All are enemies.

Because out of thousands of spare candidates, only the last three survived. Everyone wanted to find out each other's bottom line, and they all chatted and said: "It's already nine o'clock." ”

"Lord Black Wolf will be here soon, those two people haven't come yet, alas, they actually want to be afraid of the dead ghost!"

"If it weren't for the killer organization being too strong, who would want to go?"

One of the backup killers said coldly, "Afraid of death? I don't think so, maybe she's just a step late? Not everyone is afraid to go to the Killer Organization. ”

The man's words fell.

The man covered his head in despair, his face full of horror and resistance, and suddenly raised his head.

Tearing roared: "If I want to go to you, I must not want to go to that kind of ghost place, I can't come back if I go, thousands of people!" Three can live! Just three! ”

"Whoever goes, dies, I don't want to go....... I don't want to die......."

"No one can survive, there is no ......"

Everyone pursed their lips, lowered their eyes, and smiled self-deprecating and heart-wrenching, as if everyone had accepted the possibility of their own death.

That's right.

No one will survive.

But suddenly-

Behind the crowd, there was a slight sound of footsteps, followed by a convincing female voice with endless confidence and defiance: "That's you, not me." ”